Eye Spy Poems

Today,
We pitched a tent
On the off-ramp
Of the highway that
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I shudder
At the thought.
No,
At the touch.
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It drips,
Drops.
A tear.
No, a tap.
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Pickpocket thief, bringer of grief,
Her gaze implanted on the crowd.
Goddess of lore, knew what came before,
Strides quickened head bowed.
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Day or night,
No longer a difference.
It is all darkness.
The finery draped to avoid
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On introspection,
Allow me an indiscretion.
Some philosophical dissection.
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